Aurelia frowned, her brows furrowing in thoughts.

"Enemy? No, the king is not my enemy. Or is he? Let's just say he's a fre-enemy," Aurelia said, nodding vigorously.

"Friendly enemies? But shouldn't it be love-nemies?" He asked, feeling amused.

"Mmmh, whatever you call it. I'm too old to burst my mind thinking about such things," Aurelia said with a careless wave, making James roar with laughter.

"Okay, so what's making you so happy?" James asked again, not forgetting the reason why he's even talking to someone he obviously looks down on.

"I'm happy because Reagan's sick. Well, I don't really hate Reagan. And I'm also not worried about the disease...